tommy shelby x fem!reader
word count: 4.2k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!
CW: domestic violence, typical peaky blinders violence, mentions of blood
NOTES: takes place after season one. i might have gone a little ooc with tommy by the end #sorrynotsorry. iâm also thinking of making a part 2 to this. maybe. i donât know.
âOh, come on! Iâm harmless!â You cried in defence as you watched two men tie your wrists then your ankles to the chair you were shoved in.
The last man of the trio observed you, taking a drag from his cigarette before throwing it on the floor. âYou shot me. Twice.â He said, monotonously.
His piercing blue eyes were staring right at you and you felt your breath hitch in your throat at their intensity. You quickly recollected yourself, hoping he hadnât noticed the little slip up in your facade.
âIt was an honest mistake,â you shrugged your shoulders. âI thought you were someone else. Everyone knows not to shoot at Tommy Shelby.â
The two men who were occupied with tying you down stepped out of the room once they were done, leaving you alone with the most notorious gangster in Birmingham. You didn't really know where you were, probably one of the Peaky Blindersâ warehouses if you had to bet on it, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât a little scared. But, nothing could be worse than being with the man you were hiding from, so you found some solace in that thought.
âAnd who did you think I was?â Tommy asked you.
âNo one important,â you brushed off, turning your head to the left to avoid his stare. Your eyes took in your surroundings, there wasnât a lot of furniture here you noticed. Par for the chair you were tied to, there was what looked like a desk with another chair in the left corner. No machinery, no crates. The rest of the warehouse was completely empty.
âEh!â Tommy called for your attention, snapping his fingers in your face. âYou shot me twice, I think I deserve to know who you thought I was.â
You furrowed your eyebrows at him. âI didnât shoot you twice, I shot at you twice. Thereâs a difference, I didnât even hit you.â
âSmall detail,â Tommy said. âAnswer the fucking question.â His patience was beginning to wear thin, very thin.
You gulped. What was the point of avoiding the question? âMy fiancĂ©,â you finally answered.
âYour fiancĂ©?â He repeated, trying to keep the confusion out of his tone. âWhy would you shoot at your fiancĂ©?â
âBecause heâs a vile man that I donât even want to marry,â you told him. If your wrists werenât tied to the chair, you wouldâve crossed your arms in front of your chest. âCan you untie me now? You know Iâm not a threat to you.â
âDoes he hit you? Is that why youâre running from him?â Tommy asked, ignoring your request.
âAmongst other things,â you mumbled, head hanging low so you could avoid his stare by keeping your eyes on your lap.
ââAmongst other thingsâ,â he repeated your words to himself. âWhat does that mean? Is he a threat for the people of Small Heath?â He didn't want some low life fuck to come mess up the order of things on his territory.
âProbably, I donât know,â you admitted, scrunching your eyes closed before looking back up at Tommy. His face was much closer now, maybe five inches separated the tips of your noses as he crouched down with his hands on his knees to be at a closer level to you. âAll I know is my brother was in debt to the Billy Boys and promised my hand in marriage to one of those fucks to pay off part of his due.â
âThe Billy Boys? Arenât you a little down south of their territory?â
âThought Iâd be able to hide from them here,â you said. âUntil last week, when I saw one of them trying to follow me at the market.â
âAnd thatâs why, two days ago, you shot at me,â Tommy put the pieces of your story together.
âIâm so sorry Mr. Shelby, I was just so scared,â your voice started to wobble with emotion, your tough, indifferent persona out of the window. âThem Billy Boys, theyâre the spawn of the Devil himself. Theyâre gonna kill me after they catch me.â
Through your blurry vision, you saw Tommy rise up and sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes.
âAlright, we can help you,â he finally said after a few minutes.
You felt the tears roll down your cheek, whether they were tears of exhaustion or fear or relief, you didnât know. âThank you Mr. Shelby.â
âBut it wonât be for free,â he pointed his index finger at you. âYou know how to use a gun?â
You hurriedly nodded your head. âYes, yes I do. I usually donât miss my shots, I was just afraid when I shot at you.â
âWell thank God you were, eh?â It couldâve been a joke attempt if his tone wasnât so serious. âItâll be useful to have a woman to work undercover when needed. And you will tell us everything there is to know about the Billy Boys and your fiancĂ© so we can know who to look out for.â
Tommy crouched down to cut loose the bonds around your wrists and ankles. âMy brother John will accompany you to your lodgings so you can fetch your stuff, itâs not safe for you to stay there if theyâve been following you around. Youâll stay with me on Watery Lane, Adaâs room has been vacant ever since she got married.â
âThank you Mr. Shelby,â you grabbed his hand as you thanked him and Tommy stopped moving, blue eyes staring at the grasp you had on him. You noticed his unease and just as you were about to release his hand, you felt him briefly squeeze your fingers before letting go.
âCome now, Iâve got business to attend to,â he beckoned for you to follow him and it took you a second to come out of your stupor due to everything that has happened in the last fifteen minutes before you rose up from the chair and walked a little behind him, out of the warehouse.
It had been a month since that day in the warehouse. You hadnât seen your fiancĂ© or any of the Billy Boys since then, but you also rarely went out of the Shelby house (other than to go to the Garrison). And on the rare occasions you did, two Blinders were following close behind you to make sure nothing happened to you. You still felt greatly in debt to Tommy for taking you under the Peaky Blindersâ protection, so instead of doing nothing while you waited for any âundercover missionâ, you helped down at the betting den. You liked how lively it was there, you had never worked in a place like that before and the constant rush helped you take your mind off your worrying situation. You hadnât seen any of the Billy Boys but that didnât mean they had left town, you knew they wouldnât back down until they have what they came for: you.
Working in the den for the last month has helped you make your place in the gang. You spent a lot of your days alongside John Shelby and Scudboat, and they would drag you with them to the Garrison where you played drinking games and got drunk like you used to do when you were younger. You now considered the Shelby family your friends. Arthur and John were like the brothers you wished you had, Polly was a nice woman to have around in this environment full of men, and Finn, sweet Finn, his childish innocence might be fading away as time went by, but playing with him was like a breath of fresh air in your stressful life.
Tommy⊠Well, Tommy was Tommy. He was hard to read, hard to open up, but he was slowly starting to warm up to you. It was a bit awkward at first, living with him, but one night a little after you moved in, the two of you shared a bottle of whiskey in the kitchen, barely speaking any words but both comfortable with the silence. It soon became a part of your daily routine. Some evenings were short, Tommy would only stay for one glass before retreating to bed, while other evenings, when he was in a better mood, you would go through an entire bottle and talk for what seemed like hours. You did most of the talking, but Tommy would share some of his thoughts, maybe even some anecdotes. You loved the stories of his childhood, about all the mischief he, Arthur and John would put the people of Small Heath through. And Tommy, he loved listening to you.
You liked the life you were building for yourself in Birmingham, amongst the Peaky Blinders. You never thought you would one day leave your small village up north, where life was dull and horrible with your brother. Your mother died while giving birth to you and both your father and your brother resented you for that. Your childhood was pretty rough, it wasnât rare that youâd show up to school with bruises, it didnât matter who they were from. Then your brother went up north to Glasgow, and for a while it was a blessing, to no longer have to worry about what he would do to you. But three months ago, he came back and with him was Brennan. They dragged you up to Glasgow for your wedding to this man you had never met before, you who had no say in this decision, and were forced to live with him. You couldnât continue living like this, Brennan had you fearing for your life more than when you lived with your dad and brother. You didnât stay for more than two weeks in Glasgow before you escaped in the middle of the night and ended up here, in Birmingham.
So to now find yourself, miles away from the nightmare that used to be your life, with the safety of the Peaky Blinders, it allowed you to imagine a future that wasnât so miserable.
You were walking down to the Garrison once the betting den was closed, talking with Scudboat about the profits you had made that day while Billy Lovelock followed behind the two of you. You were deep in Peaky Blinders territory, less than five metres away from the entrance door to the pub, when a gun shot rang out.
You ducked in fear, hands covering your ears, and when you reopened your eyes that you didnât know you had closed, you saw Billy laying on the ground out of the corner of your eye.
Oh no, you thought, this is it. Theyâve found me.
âCome on! Come on!â Scudboat grabbed your elbow and dragged you towards the Garrison, but you hadnât made more than three steps before your friend was shot in the leg, crumbling down. âGo inside!â He told you. âYouâll be safer!â
A part of you felt bad for leaving him and Billy out here, wounded and bleeding, but you knew the rest of the Peaky Blinders would be quick to come help them. You started running, which was a bit hard to do with the heels of your shoes sinking in the muddy, uneven ground with every step you took. Your fingers were inches from the door handle when you felt a strong grip on your shoulder pull you back and slam you hard against the wall, knocking your head against it in the process.
âYa thought ya could run away from me? Eh, lass?â Your fiancĂ©âs stinky breath wafted against your face. You scrunched up your nose in disgust.
âI donât know, you didnât find me for a while,â you sassily replied, pressing his buttons, and immediately regretted it. A sharp sting appeared on your left cheek before it registered that he had slapped you.
âHeard ye fucked Thomas Shelby for his protection,â he continued, resting his right forearm over your throat with a slight pressure. âI oughta cut his dick for that,â his left hand held your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin, âand you, well, youâre in for a lot more than a beating once weâre out of âere.â
âIâm not going anywhere with you Brennan,â you angrily spat through gritted teeth. âYouâre in Peaky Blinders territory, they wonât let you get out of here with me. And I didnât fuck Tommy Shelby, I didnât need to fuck no one for protection.â
âWhat did I tell you about lying?â He screamed in your face, making you flinch.
With your eyes closed, you didnât see Brennan reeling back his fist to punch you in the face but fortunately, the contact never came.
âHEY!â Scudboat yelled from where he was on the ground, gripping his wound to contain the bleeding. âGet your hands off of her you fuck!â
Brennan turned around to look at who was shouting orders at him. âAnd who the fuck are ya?!â He let go of you and stalked towards Scudboat, pulling his gun out of his coat.
You had an out. Your fiancĂ©âs attention wasnât on you. You could escape, find safety in the Garrison, but you knew how Brennan was. You couldnât leave Scudboat alone, the man had become your friend over the last month and you wouldnât be able to live with yourself knowing he had died because of you.
So you grabbed a shovel laying on the ground a few metres away and right as Brennan pointed his gun at Scudboat, you whacked him behind the head with your weapon, knocking him out right away. âMotherfucker,â you grumbled to the unconscious body and threw the shovel on the ground before kneeling next to Scudboat. âAre you alright?â You asked your friend, your hands hovering over his thigh where his blood kept oozing from the bullet hole.
âIâm fine Y/N, get inside,â Scudboat waved you off.
âWhat about Billy?â You glanced up to where the strong built man still laid on the ground, also unconscious.
âDon't worry about him, just get inside!â Scudboat shoved you away.
You did as you were told and sprinted to the Garrison. You pushed the door open only to be met with an empty pub. Your wide eyes roamed around the room. This isn't normal, you thought to yourself. There wasn't even a bartender behind the bar! Usually, around this time of the day, almost every seat should've been occupied, beers shouldâve been poured, laughter shouldâve been heard. But nothing.
You walked towards the snug, where Tommy and his brothers could usually be found, but instead Jimmy McCavern, Callum Maxwell, Kenneth Morrow and Angus Burns were occupying the room, all four of them staring at you with that look in their eyes that made you want to run away as far from them as possible.
âY/N, so nice of ye to join us,â Jimmy said, his voice sending chills down your back. He looked comfortable in his chair, with his arms crossed over his chest, almost relaxed, but you didnât let your guard down.
âWhere are the Peaky Blinders, ye ask?â He interrupted you. âTheyâre a wee bit busy right now, Iâm afraid itâs only us.â
âTake a seat, darling, go on,â Angus told you, motioning to the empty chair in front of you.
You did as he said, your hands wringing together in your lap. You knew not to become all witty and sarcastic with these men, obeying them was always the best thing to do.
âSo, hope ye had yer fun down here with Thomas Shelby,â Jimmy continued, uncrossing his arms to instead rest them in front of him on the table as he leaned closer to you, âbecause yer days of fun are over. You're coming back to Glasgow with us, married to Brennan like yer brother arranged.â
It was at this moment that you realised you couldn't escape the Billy Boys. You had been so foolish to think you could leave them in the past, that you started imagining a future without Brennan. The Peaky Blinders could not protect you, you had been foolish to think otherwise.
But still, you werenât going to lose without putting up a fight.
âNo,â you shook your head. âIâm not marrying Brennan.â
âYe donât have a choice lass, yer brother promised yer hand,â Callum said.
âDonât I get a say in this?â You asked angrily, tears pooling in your eyes. âThis is not my debt, itâs his! You can kill him for all I care, he never cared about me so why should I care about him!?â
âA deal was made, ye canât back out of a deal with the Billy Boys,â Kenneth said, his eyes telling you to stop arguing.
âNo!â You slammed your hands on the table and stood up. âIâm not going. Iâm not marrying Brennan. I refuse. This isnât my deal!â
âDon't make this worse for ye, lass,â Angus warned you, also standing up.
âFuck you!â You spat and took off in a run, escaping through the back door of the Garrison.
You knew the four men were on your tail, you could hear their heavy footsteps behind you. You tried to remember the directions Tommy had given you to Jeremiah Jesusâ church as you sprinted down the dirty streets and alleys. He had told you to hide there if you ever needed to, and since Jeremiah didnât partake in the Peaky Blindersâ activities, the chances he would be there were quite high and, honestly, your last hope to survive.
Gunshots started ringing against the brick walls, luckily for you all the bullets flew past you since none of the four men were able to perfectly aim while running. You turned left at a corner and Jeremiahâs church was finally in your vision field, less than a few blocks down. Jimmy and the others still had yet to turn the corner of the street, so you took this advantage to go down a small alley, knowing it would lead to the back door of the church.
You stumbled in the place of worship, out of breath, and Jeremiah came out from the back office to see what the commotion you had created was about.
âY/N, are you alright dear?â He asked you, helping you walk inside while your left hand clutched at your chest.
You shook your head ânoâ. âThe Billy⊠The Billy Boys⊠They found me,â you wheezed out.
Jeremiahâs eyes widened at the urgency of the situation. âCome with me, thereâs a trap where you can hide in my office.â
The priest led you to the back, closing his office door behind him before moving the rug behind his desk, revealing a trapdoor. He unlocked the latch and lifted the door. âHurry, get in,â he waved with his free hand.
You lowered yourself in the hole, sitting down in the small space, and looked back up at Jeremiah.
âDo you have a gun on you?â He asked you.
You shook your head ânoâ. âI was with Scudboat and Billy Lovelock, we were on our way to the Garrison. There was no need for one,â you answered.
Jeremiah motioned for you to hold the door open over your head while he rummaged around his office. âTommy always keeps a gun in here just in case,â he explained to you as he continued his search. âYou can never know when itâll come in handy around hereâ Ah! There it is!â
He crouched down and handed you a pistol. âIâll try to keep them out if they come around. Stay safe.â
You nervously gulped before nodding your head. âYou too, Jeremiah.â
The priest smiled, an attempt to make you feel slightly better in the situation you were in, and closed the door above you. You heard him lock the latch and replace the rug above the trap.
You remained there for what felt like an eternity, the only sounds you could hear were your nervous, laboured breaths and the gun slightly shaking in your hands. You were about to start praying â you never really believed in God after everything you had been through, but what better place to turn to Him than in a church â when you heard the door to the office open, followed by the sound of feet walking on the floor. Scared, you held your breath and willed your hands to stop shaking as you got in position, gun pointed up and ready to shoot.
The rug was moved and the latch was unlocked. You could feel the beating of your heart grow faster and faster as the seconds went by. The door was pulled open and, upon seeing the gun pointed at him, Tommy raised one hand up while the other lowered the door on the floor.
âWoah!â He exclaimed, raising his other hand up, showing you that he was no threat. âRelax, Y/N. Itâs just me.â
When your brain registered that the face in front of you was the one of Thomas Shelby, you let down your arms and sighed in relief.
âOh Tommy!â You cried out. You dropped the gun on the ground while you stood up and wrapped your arms around Tommyâs neck, bringing him in an unexpected hug.
Tommy was surprised at first, but Scudboat had told him what happened outside of the Garrison and he had received a phone call from Johnny Dogs informing him that Jimmy McCavern and his goons were in town, so he held you against him, trying to comfort you as best he could.
âYou're safe now,â he reassured you, his right hand scrunching your hair as it held your head. âTheyâre gone now, Jimmyâs gone, Brennanâs gone.â
You pulled away, your eyes red with tears. âWhat did you do to them?â
âI was able to strike a deal that they simply couldnât refuse,â Tommy answered, his right hand now cupping your cheek. âThey wonât bother you again Y/N, not ever.â
Overcome with a wave of strong emotions, you shocked both Tommy and yourself when you leaned forward and kissed him. It didnât last more than a second for you pulled back right after, bringing your hands in front of your mouth as you gasped. âIâm so sorry Tommy, I donât know whatââ
âItâs alright,â Tommy interrupted you, shaking his head. âLetâs get you out of there, yeah?â
You nodded your head, still embarrassed of your actions, and picked up the gun before grabbing the hand Tommy held out for you. He helped you out of the trap and closed the door behind you while you stood up and put the gun on Jeremiahâs desk. When you turned around to face Tommy again, you found him mere inches away from you. Your breath hitched in your throat, you had never been this close to him before, except when you first met, when he interrogated you while you were tied up to a chair. You looked up at him, his unreadable icy blue eyes staring right back at you, and he was the one to surprise you by closing the distance between the two of you, his lips finding yours again.
Your eyes fluttered close by themselves as you lost yourself in the kiss, your hands finding their place at the base of his neck while his right hand cupped your cheek and his left one held you flush against him by the waist. It was no secret that Thomas Shelby was pretty to look at, but you never really thought about him in a romantic way before. That being said, there was no bone in your body opposed to kissing him. Actually, it even started up a fire inside you, one that you were too preoccupied to acknowledge right now.
Tommy broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours as you both took some deep breaths. âIâm glad youâre safe,â he said with his deep, low voice. âIâm glad they didnât take you away from me.â
He never told anyone because he wouldnât even let himself admit it, but Tommy had grown comfortable with your presence in the house. After what Grace did to him, he promised himself he would only focus on the business and his family, but his attachment for you came rather unexpectedly, just like your entrance in his life did. Still, he didnât want to act on it, whether it was because of fear or because of disinterest in wanting some romantic relationship, he didnât want to ponder on it too long. But after what happened today, when he heard your fiancĂ© and Jimmy McCavern would try taking you back to Glasgow, he realised he would regret it for the rest of his life if you were gone without him having the chance to pursue anything.
You looked up at him, brushing his nose with yours as you moved your head. âMe too,â you whispered. âThank you Tommy, for everything.â
âDonât thank me,â he said, brushing your hair with his hand that previously held your waist. âJust, just stay with me. Donât leave.â
The vulnerability in his voice made you smile, he had never been so open with you before. âI didnât plan on leaving anyway,â you answered and kissed him again, safe in his arms.
